Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kenya and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Symarip to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Roxette. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magma,
the Sonics,
Chrome,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Young Rascals,
The Slits,
The Pretty Things,
Nas,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jesper Dahlback,
Clear Light,
Circle Jerks,
Man Parrish,
The Neon Judgement,
Graham Central Station,
The Fall,
The Durutti Column,
Swans,
Pylon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Section 25,
The Offenders,
Thompson Twins,
Magazine,
Average White Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Rekid,
Audionom,
Swell Maps,
The Fuzztones,
Erasure,
X-Ray Spex,
Wally Richardson,
Pantaleimon,
Country Teasers,
Joyce Sims,
Sonic Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Accadde A,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Altered Images,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jawbox,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Christie,
Sixth Finger,
Charles Mingus,
The Gap Band,
Malaria!,
Tommy Roe,
Make Up,
Fat Boys,
Whodini,
The Walker Brothers,
H. Thieme,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.